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DIE, said the pink Trabis.
“Sorry, I don’t want to talk.”
“I had a terrible evening and I don’t want to talk. Please leave me alone.”
“What’s in that carrier?”
My cat. I get up and walk away.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he yells after me.
I take out my phone and start texting someone. His friend joins him. They talk.
“Fuck you, bitch!” the friend tells me.
They keep on talking and gesturing in my direction. I talk to my cat.
The train arrives. I get on.
“Fuck you, bitch!”
The other day, when I went home at night, some slightly drunk dudebro sat next to me on the train. I ignored his staring at me until he muttered something that might have been: “You’re pretty, I’ma sleep in your lap.”
So he tried.
“Excuse me, can you not?”
He made himself comfortable, even though it meant lying down on Arya Stark, who was having a really hard time as it was.
He smiled at me.
“Not okay, I don’t know you, get up!”
I pushed him a little. He insisted on flattening Arya.
“Yo, get the fuck up or I’m gonna ruin your face with my keys.”
Looking terribly offended, he returned to his own seat. “Bitch.”
Three other grown men around us.
“Really, guys? You got nothing?”
Two of them spotted interesting landscapes through the window of the subway- quite a feat, since we were, unsurprisingly, in a tunnel. The third one grinned.
“Can I borrow Needle?” I asked Arya.
the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.
Most relatable post in weeks.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
I will always reblog this. Adopt an older cat or a ‘broken’ cats, I highly recommend it.
My dude and I have adopted two older cats and it was the best decision ever! They’re the sweetest babies and we would only ever adopt older!
-You don’t get better at drawing by avoiding drawing until you are better at drawing.
- You don’t have to make a new masterpiece every day it’s okay if all you drew is a doodle of a bug. You are now +1 bug doodle better at…
#perhaps it’s the fact that twelve has a pose all about power and control while clara is all demure #he looks straight into the camera #challenging it #while she smiles sweetly and looks off to the side #one leg bent - one hand on the console #unsteady almost #certainly staged #this just has heteronormative gender roles written all over it #the oncoming patriarchy #is all i can seevia thesilverdevastation
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And in contrast, observe Rose Tyler, BAMF, in promo stills for Series 1:
Firmly rooted. Looking straight at the camera. NOT smiling. Even when Nine is guarding her with his body, she’s directly engaging with whatever they’re confronting. And sometimes she’s looking at the viewer, or the action, and Nine is looking at *her*. She’s a force to be reckoned with. She’s a force to be reckoned with.
Thank everyone of you! Those were exactly my thoughts. And that’s why I just don’t even want to watch it any more.